Just a silly fic I wrote because I found the place mentioned in the story
Dean looked down at the piece of paper in front of him in the hope that he had come to the wrong place. Unfortunately it only confirmed that 52 Clerkenwell Road was indeed where he was supposed to be. He stared up at the sign in front of him that read in large letters 'Castiel's hairdressing'. Dean sighed heavily; he really needed to keep a closer watch on the angel. The opening of the door was accompanied by a cheery jingle and Dean looked up to see Castiel running over to him.
"Hello, Dean," said Castiel, a little breathless from his sprint across the store. His blue eyes were smiling at Dean and his hair was in its usual state of disarray.
"Umm, hi Cas," Dean replied, "care to explain, well," he gestured around him and looked back at Castiel with a confused expression. Castiel matched this and tilted his head to one side.
"I do not understand Dean, it was you who said we needed to find me a job was it not?" Dean smacked himself in the forehead, he really needed to watch what he said around the angel, every single thing was taken literally.
"I meant a hunting job Cas, Sammy and I were already on a case another fed could have blown our cover. I meant we needed to find you a little salt and burn job while Sammy and I finished up." He sighed once again, next time, he though to himself, next time he would explain much more carefully. Jesus Christ it was like having a 4 year old.
"This is keeping me occupied, and I can fund you and Sam on your trips without the necessity for illegal credit cards." Here Castiel gave Dean a stern look, as if he had been using the credit cards just for the hell of it.
"Cas buddy, I can't take money off you. You got a business running here, you'll need the profits to keep it going and for yourself."
"Don't be silly Dean, you and Sam are my family now, what's mine is yours too."
Dean knew that Cas wasn't going to be talked out of this one. He sighed again and rubbed his neck. "Okay, okay. Well I guess I'll call in on you from time to time, see how you're doing, check out the staff…" Castiel smacked his arm in retribution at this comment. "Kidding!" Dean exclaimed, stepping away from Castiel and glaring at him while rubbing his arm. "Bye, Cas" he called over his shoulder as he exited the shop. Once outside he shook his head slowly and laughed to himself. Stupid angel, he thought to himself fondly. Ah well, hairdressing wasn't too dangerous a profession after all. There were worse things Castiel could have gotten himself into. Dean walked slowly back down the road, humming slightly as he did so.
Castiel went back behind the desk and pulled out his accounts book. He had been meaning to get round to it all day. He mimicked Dean's sigh from earlier, hairdressing was all well and good, but accounts, now there was something worth hating.
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